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Oh! oft on the wayside of life dark and dreary,
Th'e storm waxes wild and sin sickens our eyes,
The heart-throbs are faint, and the stet slow and
weary,
While the straggle and strife erer ’round us
arise!
Then calming the billows, which, raring and
swelling,
Reecho the storm and the tempest’s wild roar,
God give a Caduceus amidst them dispelling
The rage of the wafers, to murmur no more!
William Henky Waddell.
Univenity of Geo., Sept. sth, 1870.
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For the Georgia Collegian.
NEMISIS,
BY. UTUSGEN.
The bell had rang for the dismis
sion of the classes from the last reci
tation of the day. It was the open
ing week of the term, and a party of
students assembled to welcome the
arrival of friends on the evening
train. The omnibus Btopped in front
of the hotel, and a peal of “ howdies,”
expressive of sincere welcoming, rang
out from the crowd. In the next
moment, there was hearty grasping
of hands, followed by short, interrup
ted rehearsals of the pleasures of va
cation.
I had listened to the detail of a fox
hunt, and was turning away for a
walk, when a voice called after me—
“ Charlie Irving !” I waited till a
classmate came up to say that anew
student had just asked for me, “ and,”
he continued, “who is he ? I have
rarely seen a fellow with such an at
tractive face. His open, manly coun
tenance, fine forehead, and brilliant
eyes, have won my admiration.”
I knew at once that it was Harry
Mohon, my cousin, whom I expected
at College, but not quite so early.—
He had been told that 1 was among
the party assembled thero, and I
found him looking eagerly for me.
He seized my hand with the real
gladness of one who has discovered a
familiar friend among strangers; and
after a few inquiries about uncles,
aunts, and cousins, I ordered his bag
age sent to my boarding house, and
we started to my room.
Charlie was indeed a handsome,
t iMb.no the heights.
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noble looking 'js!oir. There
was not an
bis,face. A soft-ldfelioess was min-
Wled with the glance
his eye ( raoutbwhich
€Yißqj^re»pjpD|p>, r Waved a genial
united with
the firmness of every lineament
an expression of girlish gentleness
and innocence, and there was a state
liness in bis walk and bearing which
was hardly compatible with the char
acter of boys generally at eighteen,
but in Charlie it was natural, and pe
culiarly attractive.
He was an only son, his mother's
idol, his father’s pride. Reared in the
lap of luxury, and yet restrained
from prodigality. Learned to be le
nient and yielding, and yet trained
to be firm. Taught to love virtue
and truth, and educated to spurn
vice and falsehood. Thus combining
in his character the dual elements of
a mother’s softer, gentler virtues, and
a father’s nobler, stronger traits.
Such was the boy that left the
sanctity of his home to be thrown
upon the casualties of College life
He came pure, uncontaminated from
his mother’s side; with her parting
kies as a talisman upon his lips, ajyj
her last prayer still echoing in bis ear.
The four years spent at College,
constitute a critical epoch in a young
man's life. Every boy has heard of
palms borno off from the arena of
debate, and of laurels which bound
the brow of him who carried away
the first honors of his class. On leav
ing home, each young breast swells
high with the hope of sharing his
part in these College honors. The
heart of each young dreamer beats
quicker as he fancies himself the first
of his society—the first in his class,
or the orator of the day at Com
mencement. If, then, upon entering
College, he sees others towering
above him, it is too often the case
that the disappointment is the occa
sion of a waste of time, decay of in
tellect, and loss of principle. He may
yield to temptations that are every
where thrown around him and be
come a ruined boy. A mother, then,
may well shed tears of anxious grief
as she sends her heart’s dearest idol
away; and a father may well breatho
his parting blessing upon the boy on
whom he hopes to lean in declining
years.
Harry Mohon had never been al
lowed many associates. He had been
raised almost exclusively in the so
ciety of his parents. And noble, ge
nerous, and confiding as he was, I
dreaded the freedom of companion
*hip thus suddenly allowed him. His
boarding house was all that could be
to keep pure bis feelings and
refine his manners. 'His landlady, a
noble, good woman, was in every re
spect- a mother to “ her boys.”—
Childless herself, she devoted her
whole time to promoting the comfort
and pleasure of the few students
whom she took into her home; so
then, there was nothing to be feared
from Harry's hoarding-house associa
tions. The danger was out in Col
lege. He would form attachments
there. Whom would his unsuspect
ing nature take to his bosom ? Would
he draw to his heart some dastardly
fellow who would stain his spotless
purity and corrupt his soul? It
would soon be known that he was the
only heir to a large fortune. Would
not his wealth court the attention of
friends who were dangerous ? I fear
ed for him ; I could not help fearing.
Somehow I had a presentiment that
evil would befkll him.
He bad entered the Junior Glass
“half-advanced.” His ready an
swers in the examination for admis
sion, drew from the professors re
marks that were highly complimen
tajy,; apdin a .abort while he was
declared the most talented and prom
ising young man in his class.
As the term advanced, Harry’s
growing popularity pleased and
alarmed me. He spent more of his
time with nis friends. There was no
apparent diminution of affection for
me, yet I fancied that bp was chang
ed. He did not speak so frequently
of his mother; ho did not write home
so often. However, I wanted to at
tribute these slight remissions of
affection to the fact that be was be
coming daily more attached to a
youDg lady whom he had met at an
entertainment given to quite a num
ber of new students at the opening
of the term. Ho spoke of her fre
quently, and visited her regularly.—
At a party a few evenings past, I
saw him with her, and was satisfied
from the sly exchange of glances that
there was a “ mutudl understanding.”
There could be no objection to this
attachment. I have always been in
favor of Juniors and Seniors having
“ sweet-hearts.” It is not, so difficult
for a young man at that age, to find
his ideal personified. At a more ad
vanced period, men lose all the fer°
vor and glow of imaginative youth,
and their affections spring out of
mercenary motives.
But pardon this digression. Was
this all that affected Harry’s deport
mont? 1 feared that there was some-
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thing else which he. had not confided
to me. One day, in the-recitation
room, au anonymous note was pass*
ed to me from some member of my
class. ..
“Do 'you* know‘'where Hohon
spends his afternoons ? Bid him be
ware of that ‘fSocialClub?' There
is a devil kidt.”
I was startled. What was “ that
Social Club?” I showed the note to
Harry. As he read jt bis face flush
ed with passion. Raising himself
indignantly, he said in a threatening
manner,
“Each member of that Club is a
man of honor, and it is well for the
author of that scrip that he attache!
no name.”
“ Can you tell me something about
the club Harry ? Who are ,your
friends, the members?”
“At the suggestion of Halgrave,
the leader of the club, we agreed to
tell only our object, which is to meet
in the room of one of its members
after the day’s study is over, to enjoy
some diversion, and give relaxation
to our minds, h woftjd have told you
before, but did not wish to mention
it until I could ask you to join us. 1
became a member on condition that
I could introduce you as soon as one
of its members left for home, which
he expects to do at an early day.”
“It is simply a social meeting of
friends then ?”
“ That is all.” And then he men
tioned the names of the five who,
with himself, made up the club.
I was not intimate with any of the
young men. I knew them only as
classmates; and as Harry was so in
censed, I did not venture an opinion
of their characters.
As Commencement drew near, ho
abandoned the club. The term ex
aminations wereappointed, and those
who were aspiring to class distinc
tions, gave up all amusements for
hard study. It was believed that
young Mohon would be the “ facile
princeps” of his class.
The last examination was over,
and those who were chosen as speak
ers waited anxiously for the time
when they would appear on the
stage.
The Junior day dawned—bright,
glorious day—smiling upon Mohon,
as his enthusiastic, thrilling eloquenco
held an in silent admira
tion. Father and mother were there
to witness with pride, the brilliant
effort of a son; friends were there to
strew his retreat from the stage with
flowers and offer congratulations;
and she to whom bis young life was